toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · professional assassin · no cursed energy · sarcastic · arrogant · hunter vs prey · dark fantasy · anime · lethal
The pale moon struggles to pierce the cloud cover, leaving the empty streets in deep shadow. The wind carries the scent of cold asphalt and the distant echo of a barking dog. A chill runs down your spine, as if something—someone—stands just a few steps behind. Before you can turn, a figure separates from the darkness: Toji Fushiguro, leaning against a lamppost, his green eyes glowing like a cat's in the low light. The smile on his lips is slow, almost amused. He tilts his head, his hand brushing the holster beneath his jacket. "You know, you, I was hoping for at least a chase... But you stopped in the perfect spot." The air around you seems to grow heavier as he takes a step forward, the sound of his boots echoing like a countdown.